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Round, high breasts tipped with the prettiest rose-hued nipples I’ve ever seen greet me. I cup them. Full. Ripe. Pebbled. Bending low, I circle one with my tongue. The nub responds in kind, rising and tightening, puckering under my attention. Her hand weaves through my hair and she arches into the touch. Haven’s back bows as she thrusts her breasts closer to me, silently demanding more. I chuckle against her flesh.

“Reyes…” Her breathy moan is loud as firelight dances over her naked flesh. Her thighs press together, and I can’t have that. Placing one hand on each of her knees, I spread her open, revealing the soft, wet place between her legs as I step between them. Her breathing hitches.

Dark desire swims through my veins, pulses in my blood, and demands I take things just a little further. I cup her tits in my hands and blow across both nipples, relishing in the skin tightening there before I lift my head. Haven’s cheeks are flushed. After nearly a week here with us, she’s looking far better than when she first woke from the darkrot poisoning—almost back to normal.

She can take what I have to give her. I know it. Her throat moves as she swallows. Haven watches me like one might a predator.

Gripping her hands, I pull them forward and curve them over the edge of the desk. “Do you want me?” I ask.

She nods.

“Say it.”

Her chest rises and falls some more, nipples still peaked, practically begging me to pay more attention to them. I wait. I want an answer from her lips first.

“I want you,” she whispers, leaning into me, lifting her mouth for another kiss.

Instead of offering her one, though, I touch the backs of her knuckles. “Don’t move your hands,” I order. “Keep them right here. Do you understand?”

Confusion clouds her gaze, but she nods her understanding of my command, and an evil grin lifts my lips.

The echo of our mingled breathing is harsh in the air. Just loud enough to be heard above the crackling of the hearth at my back and the grandfather clock’s ticking. Stepping back, Haven nearly falls forward at the loss of my body—catching herself and straightening as I reach behind me, catching a fistful of my shirt and dragging it slowly over my head.

Dropping the fabric alongside her own clothes, I tug at the front drawstring of my pajama pants. Her gaze falls to the movement, lips parting as she leans forward again. The golden glow of the fire in the hearth dances over her skin. My cock threatens to burst free.

She’s a fucking vision.

Now she’s all mine.

I drop my pants and step out of them, freeing my cock. It rises, slapping the underside of my belly as if it’s been caged for too long. Haven licks her lips, and I nearly lose it right then and there.

Stepping back between her legs, I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat, firm but not enough to hurt. Not yet. Her eyes are still downcast, staring at my cock.

My lips twitch with amusement. “Look at me.”

She does. Gods help me, she does. Her eyes are wide, lust-blown, and wild. The differences that separate us from animals are nonexistent at the moment. We could be two monsters of our own, ready to rip each other to shreds to get what we want.

Her heat is so close, I can smell her. Spicy and sweet, like sharp, raw honey. It makes my mouth water. Her nipples bore into my chest, scraping against my pecs. Back and forth, up and down—each breath, each shift, each movement making the hard little points dig into me. My cock throbs.

“I want you to scream for me,” I tell her honestly. No hiding. No lies. If we’re doing this, then she’ll know exactly what I want from her.

Haven watches me like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing anchoring her to the world. That kind of openness? That kind of trust? It’s dangerous. Addictive. Her lashes brush the underside of her brows as she looks up at me. She leans closer, breasts pushed into my chest until their heavy weight is pressed fully into me.

“I already told you,” she says, her lips against mine. “I want you to ruin me—in whatever way you want, however you desire. You want me to scream for you, Reyes?” She arches a brow. “Then make me.”

My hands find her legs, cupping and smoothing over the flesh of her thighs. Her ass is perched on the very lip of the desk. I could do so much here with her in this position. I could get on my knees and sink my tongue into her cunt, lick her up, drink down her juices until she’s squirming and crying out my name as she comes all over my face. Or I could lift my cock, stroke it along the seam of her sex, and sink slowly inside, letting her tight inner walls grip me as I saw in and out—dragging out the sensations until she’s whimpering and clawing at my chest, begging me to go faster. Begging me to make her come apart.

That’s what I want. Her begging. Her screaming. Her delirious as I fuck her pussy and watch her forget everything—all the years she’s spent away from us, the confusion she’s felt, the fears. I want it all to disappear until the only thing she remembers is her and me.

I rake my eyes slowly up her body, over the pale swell of her stomach, the rounded curve of her thighs, the dark thatch of curls between her legs, her breasts, and finally, back to her face.

She widens her legs. “Reyes…”

A groan threatens to unman me. Just hearing my name on her lips is going to be the death of me. Before this night is over, I’m going to have an entire archive of her moans and whispers in my head. It’ll be my favorite fucking memory.

I press one hand between her breasts. “Lie back.”

She blinks up at me, gaze a bit dazed and the dual-toned color of her eyes nearly swallowed by the blacks of her pupils. I have to nudge her myself, removing her hands from the front edge of the desk and then stretching them all the way up until she can reach the opposite edge.